The Cosmos, The Arrivals, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 3, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Robyn Hazes Kimju: Shoulder Straps vs. Knockers & Dirt ¶ It is not until the afternoon that Robyn’s voice behind Kimju’s ear breaks her out of her trance. Kimju’s orange tanga cuts deep through her kypsey and publicly displays her butched pubic hair. {My kale, my kelp, my kohlrabi, my kava-kava. I’ve heard all the words. I danced the Nugget last Term.} ¶ Robyn delights in augmenting detail. “Oh my, Kimju, you’ve slobbered the Post and soaked your tanga as well. Kloop everywhere. And you got some dried kloopings ground into your butched kava.” Robyn repeats the jerking motion that sunk the tanga into Kimju’s kypsey earlier today. “Kava left and kava right. Kava-kava.” ¶ Robyn laughs. And Kimju holds onto her Post. ¶ Robyn puts it succinctly: “Kimju knockers and kava-kava.” ¶ Kimju wonders, {Just who plays me? Robyn? Babs? Maybe even a Janet I’ve never met? Or MomCap. I need to Opt Up, but right now I must exhibit myself shamelessly. Babs will Opt me however it’s convenient for her. I need to be convenient for her to Opt Up; I don’t need her fearing I’m going to go rogue. But I also need alternate Option paths, even if I must sacrifice all self-respect. Still, Robyn is my Roommate, so I must navigate her first, even if she’s got Charm.} ¶ Robyn struts purposefully; Kimju observes that Robyn’s maillot cutout has acquired shoulder straps! Robyn smiles at Kimju’s cognition. “I control my situation,” she appraises her masturbating Roommate. “I don’t need to pay attention to Boss Bitch. I do what I want. I used to have four tan lines. Now I have six. You’ve got three. I’d say you’re headed for zero. I might have to put up with you as my Roommate, but I know I am Babs’—and the Gamers’—favorite Cosmos. The Game Masters want me to Opt Monitor because I’m so exceptional! At least Opt Monitor, maybe even Opt MomCap next Term! I’m blessed!” ¶ Kimju has no choice but to listen to Robyn brag. But she does quietly consider her status. {For most Pledge, pretending to not understand Babs’ directions would invite immediate correctional training, but Babs makes no attempt to discipline Robyn’s poor learning abilities. BB disciplines everyone else sternly, but she overlooks} Robyn. Kimju wonders why. {Am I being used to help Robyn become ever more confident, or am I indeed Robyn’s practice dummy? Or does Robyn have Charm?} ¶ Robyn commands, “Back down on your knees.” ¶ Kimju obeys. She keeps her knockers clenched tight to the Post. ¶ Robyn commands, “Back your knees up and spread them apart.” ¶ Kimju hesitates. {This will ensure that my knockers, with the bright nipple makeup, suddenly become totally visible, not just a titter. For the Cam and paparazzi alike. And contrary to Babs’ orders.} ¶ Robyn clarifies, “Babs told you to obey me. Now obey me!” ¶ {Okay. Surrogate overrides; I obey, Cam documents.} Kimju modifies her position; she keeps her arms hugging around the Post, but as she backs her knees up both knockers spring free of her grip and swing free. They hang down and away from her chest. {So, for the first time today at the Post Henge, I fully expose my kajoobies, colored knobs and all. Babs tests me from afar.} ¶ Robyn uses a foot to stabelize Kimju’s face as it reaches the dirt. Kimju still stretches her hands before her head around the Post; she clasps her fingers together, presses one cheek into dirt, and holds tight. The spit on her face dried to crust a while ago. Now one side of her cheek acquires dust from the earth, the other from Robyn’s foot bottom. Kimju appreciates Robyn’s toenails. ¶ Robyn eggs her on. “Now lift your bare keister up in the air. Rotate it around. Act like you want to get fucked up your asshole, you cheap wannabe knockabout.” ¶ Kimju swings her bare knockers in the air and rotates her twin keel. I know this pose. But I don’t like having to perform for Robyn. Or let paparazzi document my colored knobs. ¶ Robyn escalates her aggression. “I’m sure a keekelay like you wants to show off your rosy pink down inside your kypsey lips. And stick a thermometer up your kawazoo and show how hot you are.” Kimju hears the sound of Robyn snapping her spaghetti shoulder straps. Robin invites a question, “Steph’s already flashing her scraggy snatch. You gonna match her? And not just pullaside and pink in the Kitchen. Display your klammy kuder to the Prefecture.” ¶ Kimju breaks into a Chant without even thinking, “Please let me pullaside, pink, and finger my holes.” ¶ Made no mistake; Kimju is a superb Stripper. And she’s so good at it that she thinks she can run the Nugget. ¶ Kimju still hugs the Post. She studies its surface, but it is too close to focus. No problem. Kim knows how to shake her hanging 34C knockers in the clear air. She adjusts her posture, armpits and legs freshly shaven this morning, hairage spilling out from a tanga buried in her kyp